It’s really fucked that we can just say we puked or we have a sore throat and stay home from school but we can’t say I’m too sad to go to school or I want to jump off a bridge and school isn’t the best place for me right now. Mental illnesses are just as serious as any physical illness.
I just need to vent to someone, but nobody actually gives a fuck about me, so I’m stuck just keeping everything to myself and it all just gets worse. I can’t do everything on my own, but nobody wants to help me. I can’t even try to bring anything up without someone saying that I’m just “feeling sorry for myself.” Fuck you, people get sad and need to let shit out, there’s nothing about you being a total cunt that helps the situation in any way.
“I was 17 when I wrote that,” she reminds me. “That’s the age you are when you think someone can actually take your boyfriend. Then you grow up and realise no one takes someone from you if they don’t want to leave.”—Taylor talking about Better Than Revenge (x)
Fuck yeah to the kids who feel like they’re dying inside but still gather up the strength to roll out of bed, get dressed, and leave the house. You are strong and beautiful and worth so much more than you know.
“Introverts don’t get lonely if they don’t socialize with a lot of people, but we do get lonely if we don’t have intimate interactions on a regular basis.”—I have never related to a quote more in my life than I do this one right here, right now. BAM. (viakbfoto)
“You don’t ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It’s all about survival; it’s all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in…”—Nick Hornby, How to Be Good (via observando)
I just dont know what to do anymore. Babysitting alcoholic parents is bad enough but when they constantly bring you down and even tell you that you “ruined” their life… How do you deal with that? Especially when there’s no way out…
“I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.”—Lisa Kleypas, Blue-Eyed Devil (via cinderellas-stilettos)